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Ethelred, the hero of Trist,
stumbles now into the territory of the Misty Isles

Beaten, wounded, beneath an oak
bleeding, poisoned on the verge of death
slowly but steady losing sense
groaning, moaning “Is this the end?”
But a pleasant saving comes his way

Among forest's pride a woman rides
An appearance as fair as a summer day
her heart as pure as fallen snow
She found the delirious champion
and the pleasant saving takes him home

Oh, Sigourney
Oh, Sigourney
Princess of the Misty Isles
Oh, Sigourney
Oh, Sigourney
Princess of the Misty Isles
You make me feel alive

Destiny wants them together but
for the King nobility of the blood
is more important than
the nobility in our hero's heart
So they have a secret liaison

Oh, Sigourney
Oh, Sigourney
Princess of the Misty Isles
Oh, Sigourney
Oh, Sigourney
Princess of the Misty Isles
I wanna make you mine

The hand of the princess as prize of the jousting
That's not enough for the black clad knight
He wants the King's death, the Kingdom in his hands
Will ethelred save his love's enemy?
No one recognises him under his helmet
The final battle begins
The princess on one side, death on the other
Will the hero of Trist beat the beast?

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